Mar 07, 2005 12:22
Happy 6 months, dear
Neither work nor I believe that me going to see them is worth the drive today. The white comes down in thick sheets for at least half the trip and my poor little transporter would rather sit by.
Drums . Jason
Jason . Drums
I hit myself in the eye with a drumstick the other day. Second time I've done it and second time I've really regreted it. Each time I wonder before opening it up again whether I'll see anything.
Somewhere in between and before and after I'll send out some resumes to find a better job. This hour-long drive thing has to stop.
-A shortage of good radio intake and a general lack of chasing after it-
If the colours on that picture and so forth are any indication, I missed a good set or two from Esther's radio show.
Another point of information Esther-involving: I followed an old back-road heading towards a place we were all originally going to check out on the afore-planned hunt many weeks ago -- the road came to a sudden end and I have no idea anymore how to get there. A bit creepy in itself.